"...... Baga" A young man sitting in the living room walked in, roared in a low voice, and made a gesture to pull Zhu Tong out.

"I'm a doctor." Zhu Tong took out the silver needle and pricked three needles in Ikeda's chest and jaw, this time, he used the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate, in Zhou

Dong's body has been experimented, and the function is to dredge the meridians, straighten and dissolve stasis, and restore the circulation of qi and blood.

"You go out, this is China, you ...... Get lost! ”

Ikeda remained awake until Zhu Tong finished his needle and angrily reprimanded the young Japanese in Chinese. His neck was immobilized and he couldn't exert force

, the words spoken are also a little weak, but the pronunciation of Chinese words is very accurate.

The young man bowed his head and withdrew, and Ikeda looked at Zhu Tong: "Doctor Li, are you a Chinese medicine practitioner?" ”

"Yes, I'm sorry, I was the one who hurt you last night."

"Ah, what a miracle, I still ask you...... Dr. Lee, I ask you to be my attending doctor. Ikeda's eyes twinkled eagerly

Mang, pleading.

"Let's wait for your doctor to come to the consultation, I'll work here, and I will definitely do my best to help if necessary." Zhu Tong touched out the sticker

The dog skin plaster wanted to be put on for Ikeda, but he didn't dare to open the fixed bracket, so he had to shake his head regretfully and put the dog skin plaster back; "In our China,

TCM practitioners are also learning science, and there are some things that are not recognized. ”

"I believe you, Dr. Lee, your acupuncture is magical, I can feel the flow of breath. I don't allow anyone else to put needles and piercings on me

, they are butchers, craftsmen, not masters. ”

Ikeda looked at Zhu Tong eagerly, oblivious to the embarrassment of the orthopedic surgeon beside him.

The little liar was alert, and when he pricked the three needles, he did use qi to induce the needles, and ordinary people may feel numb; Ikeda could feel the flow of breath,

It proves that he must have also practiced internal skills, which is a clever and subtle skill, not those superficial skills that are circulated on the street.

"It's really *** strange, foreigners believe in Chinese medicine, but the Chinese themselves are spitting on it." Zhu Tong popped out a sentence lightly and put a group of people around him

The doctor was a little embarrassed; "I'm sorry everyone, I don't mean anything else, Chinese medicine is actually very difficult to learn, because the Chinese people are used to being conservative, and they are afraid

The ability of his own family was leaked. Hehe, passing on men but not women, if you have no children and no daughters, you will let a peerless school be lost, and you will find your own way to die and complain to others. ”

When Director Li said this, the strange atmosphere just now relaxed, and the two younger doctors echoed the little liar, that is, they were sycophants

meaning; The older doctor, believing that he was eating by his ability, had no need to please the young man, so he took his leave and left; It is said that Mr. Ikeda is such as

Now my condition is stable, although I have no sensation in my limbs, maybe with some good medicine, I can slowly recover after a while.

Generally speaking, if a cervical dislocation like Mr. Ikeda's is injured, the spinal cord is paralyzed, and even if it is properly managed, more than 80% of patients will be paralyzed

or semi-paralyzed.

Under the guidance of Assistant Wu, Zhu Tong slowly understood the truth; To tell the truth, he really didn't die of such a disease for a person with a broken neck

I've been.

"Mr. Ikeda, I'm going to fix your vertebrae with my hands, it may be dangerous." Zhu Tong once again asked for the patient's opinion, after all

, for him, for the first time.

"Sir, don't worry, I won't blame you for any accidents. I asked the doctors and they said I could be paralyzed; Death for

I'm not scared, I'm afraid that I'll never be able to stand up again. ”

After Ikeda finished speaking, he called his men outside: "You can't disturb the doctor, no matter what he does, he will treat me." ”

Assistant Wu slowly untied the brace for Ikeda's traction, and Zhu Tong reached over to stroke and discern the position of the vertebrae little by little; This place can't

With brute force, Zhu Tong could only force the vertebrae to be reduced with internal force.

At this time, Zhu Tong's body was full of true qi, and the phoenix mask served as a solid backing, supplying a steady stream of air to squander with him.

The butterfly insect was gently activated, but fortunately, Ikeda Ichikuma was fat enough, and Zhu Tong slowly cultivated it and guided it with the method he found from Zhou Dong

Absorb nutrients little by little to strengthen yourself. Only when it grows up to a certain point can it help.

Half an hour later, Zhu Tong let go of his hand, put a dog skin plaster on the back of Ikeda's neck, and motioned to Assistant Wu to fix the bracket; I can't use it when I'm in prostration

With a little strength, sweat soaked through the hospital gown under his white coat.

"Sir, you are a real Chinese medicine practitioner, and this plaster is a real dog skin plaster."

Ikeda also felt the beauty of the dogskin plaster and experienced it with his eyes closed; When Zhu Tong was about to pull out the silver needle, he was able to shake his hand and refuse: "No, I need to."

To them. ”

Why? Assistant Wu didn't understand, and Zhu Tong was also a little confused: "What do you feel?" ”

"They are gas engines, and your plaster needs their support. Sir, you saved me, haha, Kazuo Ikeda will stand up again. Mr. Honor

Surname Da-Jun?

"My name is Li Xiang."

"He's the youngest chief physician at our hospital, Mr. Ikeda, who are you?" Assistant Wu had seen Zhu Tong's dog skin plaster, and he was even a little superstitious

； He had checked Zhu Tong's body last night, especially on his shoulder. It had been a deep cut, but now there wasn't even a single scar

, with only one beautiful black butterfly.

"I'm going to rest for a while, Mr. Li Xiang, you're the smartest person I've ever met."

Ikeda is talking about people, not doctors; This is something that only Zhu Tong can understand, and Ikeda does not think that Zhu Tong is just a doctor.

The next evening, as the remnant winter sun had just receded into the horizon, a Buick RV stopped in front of the Fuxian Temple on the outskirts of Shanghai.

The door opened, and a gentleman in his thirties walked down, dressed simply but not simply, with a calm and quiet face; He only has a driver by his side, which is very simple

A middle-aged man.

The monk of Fuxian Temple is the most active, see such a person to meet early, diligently promote the temple Buddhism, take two people into the temple.

Entering the Tianwang Hall of Fuxian Temple, the novice who was waiting inside thought that the rich man had come, burned the incense and lit the incense candles, and several monks walked in, in the incense case

The horn sat down and chanted the scriptures.

The gentleman respectfully held up the three pillars of high incense, reverently meditated for a moment, and bowed his head into the incense burner.

The monk was secretly happy in his heart, and the guest chose the coarsest high incense, is this the price......

"We just went to donate 100,000 yuan to the China Charity Federation." The gentleman said to the yellow-clothed monk who turned from behind, "No, come here."

It is for the sake of the Buddha's affinity, the Buddha can still see a grass and a tree to save people, why can't the disciples of Buddhism join the world's charity with bodhi compassion? ”

"What the donor said is that Fuxian Temple also subsidizes the poor. Buddhist disciples do not seek wealth and nobility, and donations are ultimately for the benefit of society. "The yellow-clothed monk arches

The hand sang the Buddha, the hand rose, the incense candle was extinguished, and the monk who chanted the scriptures also retreated.

Since the visitors will not pay, no matter how good these things are, they will be given in vain, Buddhism is quiet, thrifty is the top, and the scriptures can not be read in vain.

"I want to see Master Kongmu, please let me know." After the gentleman finished speaking, he ignored the stunned monk in yellow and strolled out of the Heavenly King Palace.

There is a stele in the right corner in front of the hall, he is not interested in the big "Buddha" word on the inscription, squatting down and stroking the green jade seat under the stele. The glans is straight out, two

His eyes were slightly squinted, and the corners of his mouth were slanted, as if he was helpless and without reverence for what he was carrying.

The ruthless monk walked over from the corner of the hall and chanted the Buddha from a distance: "Which donor comes to Fuxian Temple?" Amitabha, Master Kongmu traveled a few days ago, is there anything to say to the poor monk? ”

"Ruthless." The gentleman stood up, glanced back, and continued to look at the green jade turtle: "Isn't Master Kongmu here?" It's not a coincidence. Master of Ruthlessness

, I have heard that Fuxian Temple is prosperous, and today I came, only this turtle is in my eyes. ”

"...... sir?" The ruthless monk was called famous, but he couldn't even see the origin of the other party, so he was a little more careful.

"My surname is Lan, you can call me Lan Zhanjiang." When the gentleman said these words, he crouched down again.

"The ancestors made words, and the beginning was inspired by the tortoise shell burning; There is a way: the thousand-year-old king of the eighty-thousand-year-old turtle; The turtle doesn't speak, but everything is there

In its eyes, the good fortunes and misfortunes in the world are all farces in its view. The adoration, praise, hope, and pressure that the world has placed on it

, will the turtle care? The sorcerer burns the turtle and directs the country in its name, but the right to interpret is still up to the people. Profit is happy, injury is anger, and it is not

What a relationship. ”

The gentleman talked eloquently, but the ruthless monk had a fine sweat on his head; Few people know the name Lan Zhanjiang, and he was convened by this Jianghu Cocktail Party

People, just with this identity, will not come to Fuxian Temple easily. Moreover, although Lan Zhanjiang is low-key and ruthlessly knows, he is still a three-grade blue stone on the rivers and lakes

represents strong financial resources and interpersonal relationships behind him, whether in the rivers and lakes, or in society, he is a pivotal figure.

Lan Zhanjiang stroked the inscription, and there was another blue name engraved on the back, which was the great benefactor of Fuxian Temple.

Thirty years ago, it was Sanpin Blue Stone who spent a lot of money to repair the original dilapidated Fuxian Temple, and also bought a hundred acres of surrounding fields to plant dense forests

, isolating the temple from the world, a golden Buddha will have such a situation in Shanghai.

Today, the trees planted by Bluestone 30 years ago have become towering trees; The Golden Buddha is also like this tree, inheriting the Zen machine that has been passed down for thousands of years

, becoming the first major faction in the rivers and lakes.

The attendants beside Lan Zhanjiang, in the eyes of ruthlessness, are even more masters, and they have reached the place of returning to the basics; Ruthlessly approached when seen in the Lan Zhanjiang

A footprint left by the bluestone slab behind him, judging from the shoe shape, this can only be left with the pair of soft-soled cloth shoes under his feet.

"Mr. Lan is here, is it because of the matter of the Snow Mad Monk and Uncle Shi?" Ruthless, you can't pretend to be confused in front of the masters, and chase and kill Zhu Tong the night before yesterday

Love, no matter what you say, the Golden Buddha is not reasonable.

Any conflicts between the eight factions of the rivers and lakes are easy to discuss, such a blatant pursuit and killing, it is better to say something about other sects, and it is out of the Golden Buddha,

Almost unprecedented.

"The ruthless master is happy, Lan came this time, it is for the snow mad monk; Everyone doesn't want another accident on the rivers and lakes, and Zhumen needs an explanation.

Their minds are not as broad and tolerant as Buddhists, and their means are not above board. If something like this happens, the Golden Buddha also needs to give an explanation to the rivers and lakes. ”

Lan Zhanjiang stood up again and faced the ruthless monk: "I don't want the tragedy of decades ago to happen again, Jianghu Dao has just improved a little, and it is too arrogant

It will attract government interference, and openly hunt down police officers and fellow practitioners on the streets of Shanghai, and destroy the foundation of the rivers and lakes that everyone has worked so hard to build. ”

"Mr. Lan, you're wrong about us." Ruthlessly smiled bitterly: "Uncle Snow Mad Monk has not contacted us since his trip to Xiangxi, Uncle Shi is good."

It's like being enchanted; He has acted wildly in the past, but he has never been as desperate as this time. ”

He couldn't help but explain, in fact, the ruthless monk was also confused about the snow mad monk's pursuit and killing of Zhu Tong, which was not a Buddhist sect at all

The way people used to be.

"Enchanted?" Lan Zhanjiang muttered, and a judgment flashed in his heart, could it be that Zhu Tong did something to the Snow Madness Monk?

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